[That moan in reply and the squeeze to his hand are all the reassurance Gale needs, any lingering doubts chased completely from his mind. He presses a kiss to Astarion's shoulder, letting himself get lost in the plethora of novel sensations running through him; though he tries to focus on them, it's difficult when he's basking in the unmitigated delight of their triumph over the orb.
Gods, he's glad they can share in this - that he can provide for his partner, that Astarion might not need to hunt every night or be beholden to someone else for his meals, like their leader. His hand in Astarion's hair slides to rest at the nape of his neck, encouraging him to drink his fill.
Though the image of being food for a creature of the night would certainly be horrific to some, Gale has to admit it's a rather intimate affair in practice, especially when said creature is his lover. He groans quietly as he murmurs Astarion's name, reveling in the closeness of their bodies, the cadence of his heartbeat in time with Astarion's fervent swallows, the way Astarion's skin seems to be warmer by the second while his is cooling. Despite the sheen of sweat across Gale's forehead, he feels a chill. Maybe that's the fever again, but with how lightheaded he's becoming, he can't quite tell.]
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Gods, he's glad they can share in this - that he can provide for his partner, that Astarion might not need to hunt every night or be beholden to someone else for his meals, like their leader. His hand in Astarion's hair slides to rest at the nape of his neck, encouraging him to drink his fill.
Though the image of being food for a creature of the night would certainly be horrific to some, Gale has to admit it's a rather intimate affair in practice, especially when said creature is his lover. He groans quietly as he murmurs Astarion's name, reveling in the closeness of their bodies, the cadence of his heartbeat in time with Astarion's fervent swallows, the way Astarion's skin seems to be warmer by the second while his is cooling. Despite the sheen of sweat across Gale's forehead, he feels a chill. Maybe that's the fever again, but with how lightheaded he's becoming, he can't quite tell.]